#cw: sh implied

[curlygrant44]

[BLOODLUST: 6 - Fail.]

Something about the weak pleas, the way they disgust him, the way Jimmy talks about Curly teaching him, keeps him locked in place, unable to strike.

No...not unable.

Unwilling.

He's as weak-willed as ever, but Jimmy is weaker, and that's what matters the most.

After all, he can always kill him later if he needs to; it's not like it's hard to find him.

It's so easy -- too easy -- to rationalize things like this, making excuses for why he shouldn't have to take responsibility fully...he'll feel guilty later, but right now, he just wants to get this over with and avoid another mess and the questions that would follow.

"Jimmy," he murmurs softly, almost tenderly, a mockery of what could easily be an affectionate relationship still if they could just be something other than who and what they really are-

"I want you to stay away from Anya. Every Anya. Do you understand? That's an order. I don't care how bad you want it. Don't ever approach her. Don't touch her if she approaches you. If you have to go medbay, you go with someone else or find an empty one...and don't ever do anything Jon says no to."

He drops the knife.

It clatters to the floor, and then his free hand is gripping Jimmy's chin, directing his gaze, staring him down.

"Look at me. Both eyes on me. You are going to go back to whatever you're scheduled to do. Today you're going to live. You and I aren't going to tell anyone about this private conversation. Not your Curly. Not my Jim. Not Jon. Not anyone. And if I find out you disobeyed any of these orders, the next time we'll start a training regimen I don't think you'll enjoy."

Admittedly, he looks a little like a mess. He was probably asleep far longer than he should’ve been, and it shows. His hair seems to stick up in the back.

“ … This yours?” He nudges Curly and holds up a shirt, miraculously not stained with drool on complete accident. “ I know it belongs to one of you, and I asked mine- my Curly, and can’t be his.”

That’s a lie. He didn’t ask at all. He’s not going to admit he could tell by smell alone.

This Jimmy was @mistake-responsibility , though it might be hard to tell at a first glance- instead of around his throat , his collar is worn like a bracelet. His neck seems irritated with red marks around it- innocuous enough to play off that he fell asleep wearing the collar, but a closer look seems to hint it wasn’t a collar at all. (Remnants) (Reminders) (Soon to fade, but still there.)

He tries his best to hide the distaste as he accepts the shirt; it's going to need laundering a few times before he can bring himself to wear it again.

"It's mine, yeah. Thanks. I was planning to come back and get it, but...things got a bit busy."

That's one word for it, anyway.

The red marks on Jimmy's neck alone are enough to tell which one he is, besides having his shirt -- but as he takes all of this in, he notices that the collar is still being worn, even if somewhere else for now.

Curly knows he's staring at it...

The best thing to do is not try to hide it, then. To be up front instead. "You really seem to like that thing...although I guess it makes sense. You and Jim are...close, I hear?"

Selfishly, he hopes they become even closer. This Jimmy might be a better outlet for some of Jim's...interests.

[gardensnakie]

Stab!

If Siffrin was stopped from stabbing himself

[i-am-confused-always]

what I say: “it is what it is”

what I mean: “I have cried about this for hours and have probably self harmed and contemplated suicide over this.

[creoastra]

TW: BLOOD!!!

It's fake and the color green, but still :))

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This is that redraw I was talking about in another post! I put the original down below :))

Here's the piece I made for my college art portfolio!!

I definitely think I've improved dramatically since then :))

I like the colors better in the original, but the perspective and cleanliness is dramatically improved lol

Don't ask about the lore, I haven't thought that out really

[bloodyrosesnthorns]

I'm sorry mom.

[awetfrog]

Can we have enki and the little girl content more? 👀

local dark priests are teaching your children about gro-goroth

[paintedcrows]

Fallen Humans

[holyhounddog]

Got super high and drew the boy again

[womanovertheedge]

My body feels wrong. I need to tear it to shreds.

[ohmaerieme]

little blurry stars scattered all across my room

[blackribbons]

a girl without scars is like an angel without its wings

[kito-oh-kito]

“Hunter?”

Siggh you know sometimes you gotta lock in and draw angsty stuff

You saw nothing ahh hunter

[gardensnakie]

(You NEED to use your blade! You NEED to LOOP!)

(You decide to continue struggling.)

...

(... Besides thrashing, you've been screaming the whole time without realizing it. You don't stop. You can't find it in you to stop until-)

A bit of a continuation of this drawing ^^

First page is read up-down-up-down, then the second is left-right-left-right

[outerfeathers-creates]

redrew some frames from tender lovin cannibal as @zleepysnails Opposite AU these were fun and time consuming to draw

unrelated thing, these are the frames I based em off of I love them both

[tealgoat]

Writing from @wonder-of-the-stars

<You wake up to someone shaking your shoulder. Sleep crusts your eyes, and you rub them as you come to.>

<“Loop?…”>

<You mumble and roll over. Your eyes find the person you’ve been sharing a bed with these days, and you reach for your glasses.>

<They don’t look well. But they haven’t looked well for weeks now. Their mouth opens, then shuts. Eyes glassy, looking anywhere but you.>

“Don’t… let me leave this room. Please.”

<Ah.>

<It’s like that.>

<They're reaching out to you in a way that won’t spark a discussion they won’t have with you. For once, since—>

<…>

<Don't think about that right now. They need you. You… you can be patient. And this is enough for you, for now.>

<They look like they’re about to flee. For even asking for help. Your chest aches.>

<You do as they ask. Gently, carefully, you wrap your arms around Loop’s midsection, pulling them over towards y->

<!!!>

<It's abrupt, but Loop twists their body to grab you, tugging themself over and shoving their face into you. You feel it, before you hear it.>

<An ugly, raw sobs rips through them, as they hold onto you like a lifeline.>

“I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry”

“I’m sorry I’m miserable and awful and I can’t- can’t- I can’t— it should be okay and it’s not okay I’m not okay I’m sorry I’m sorry”

“I’m sorry I’m sorry!!!!!!!!”

<You say nothing, as they prattle on like this, for a while. You rub a hand against their back, your shirt wet, you chest hurting more.>

<they say things they wouldn’t normally say.>

<they’re incoherent about them, so you tune those ones out.>

<they can tell you them again once they’re ready and not having a breakdown.>

<…>

<They stop, eventually. The rattling of their body, the anguished cries from their throat, the pressure on your chest. Their body relaxes.>

<They've passed out.>

<…>

<Slowly, once you’re certain Loop is asleep, you reach over to the dresser side, and you grab the book you placed there a few hours ago. You bring it to your side, making sure Loop doesn’t shift too much. You keep an arm around them as you open the book.>

<…It’s best you stay up and keep your silent promise.>

[llestaire3]

Hey, so.

People aren’t “sus” for not showing you their ID. Especially in this side of tumblr. I am NOT showing you my face. “It’s only your name, photo, and age” yeah no. I don’t even want to join whatever group you’re in.

I’m a twenty year old woman. September 2004. I KNOW how some of you are. The doxing is next level.

All this being said, you guys need to be super careful about just handing out that information. Please be safe. Don’t trust everyone you meet, especially when on “taboo” sides of tumblr / twitter / etc.